writing by Lois

The moulting sunlight warm and mellow

Irwin really does paint with words – all the colours he uses in this poem which starts off talking off ‘grey noons’, blue water-flies, yellow sallows, red brick mansion… not to mention the suggested colours of teh autumn leaves, the ivieds orcahrd wall, grass, glassy cool, meadow pool, moulting sunlight, sandy beach – this would […]

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Poems by Lois

The quiet blue September day

Sonnet VIII Upon an upland orchard’s sunny side, I pass the quiet blue September day: There winds through tented fields they sometimes hide, Past woods and meadows green, the dusty way, Down to the ship-speckled level of the bay, And amber sands in crescent spreading wide. Last night the winds were in the trees, and […]

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